With or Without you. (A Larry Fanfiction.)

Chapter 3

Louis could not sleep that night, too caught up in his brain that was taunting him for slipping Harry his number. Beautiful Harry. Louis groaned bringing his fist down in his pillow as a pout made its way on his lips.

Why couldn't he get lucky for once?

Louis certainly did not have luck with finding a partner that fitted him. Too clingy, too distant, too.. Sex craved and too distant, again.

In Harry's eyes he found the spark, the colour that he wanted to see every morning when he'd wake up.

That was another thing. Louis caught a liking in men too quickly. He fell in love quickly and with full force and he did think it was kind of a bad habit.

His blue eyes stared back up at the ceiling in his dark room while he chewed on his lip. He probably wouldn't see Harry again.. And he didn't know what the boy had that fascinated him so much (well, he did know) but he couldn't explain why he didn't even text Louis to tell him that he's not interested.

Did he expect too much?

Louis shook his head, groaning at the throbbing headache that was suddenly creeping from his temples to the centre of his head. It resulted in him getting up to throw a Paracetamol in, gulping it down with a lot of water and a bit of spluttering since he just.. Sucked at swallowing pills.

Louis grinned at that and giggled once, brushing his teeth again because he always had the bitter taste of the medicament in his mouth since he was too dumb to swallow it right on the first try and it would already start to dissolve.

A soft sigh left his mouth as he trotted back to his bed, pulling his grey sweater over his wrists and rubbed his eyes with the sleeves. He used to sleep in a sweater and plain boxers.

He cuddled down again, listening to the rain that was falling and hitting gently against his window. A sound that would calm him down immediately, finally cooing him into a sweet dream.

Harry, though, did not like the sound of rain. He didn't like the loud splashing sound of the rain drops, felt his chest always tighten, he didn't know why. Maybe it was because no one cared about Harry. He was left alone, no friends, his family turned away from him.

No, they didn't turn from him, Harry pushed them away. Like he did to everyone that came too close.

He whimpered a little as he remembered the hurtful words he said to his mother. And that's how he fell asleep. Whimpering, curled into a ball while sadness washing over him like a wave that crashed mercilessly down against broken rocks.

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Harry couldn't take a step out of the house because there was a blooming hand-shaped red bruise on his cheek. At some point, he got used to have his body covered in bruises. Maybe he would even find his body not normal if they wouldn't be there.

Harry blinked in the mirror and returned to brush his teeth, spitting the toothpaste out and groaned as he twisted his face, causing pain to shoot through his left cheek.

Will was strong. A boxer, to be honest.
He was the one who had a job, demanding Harry to quit his music career. Singing used to be the thing that Harry loved. It helped him, the music made him free and happy.

But Will wanted Harry to be depended on him, and Harry did as he was told because he thought that Will only wanted his best.